At that moment, Sikong Jing replied faintly, "More precisely, to create a Saint Martial Stage demon beast mount."
Hearing this, Murong Jianyun raised his head again. His brows furrowed even deeper, as though he found it increasingly difficult to believe.
Creating a human Saint Martial Stage expert was still somewhat possible, but how could one create a demon beast mount? He said softly, "Brother Sikong, surely you know that once a demon beast mount reaches the Saint Martial Stage, it may very well leave its master."
That was precisely why Murong Jianyun found it unlikely.
There were naturally some Saint Martial Stage demon beasts in the Central Plains, but they generally no longer obeyed their masters' commands. Even those raised alongside their masters from a young age would find it difficult not to leave, because a Saint Martial Stage demon beast's bloodline would awaken madly.
Their instincts and memories would tell them that they harbored a deep-seated blood feud against humankind. Even if they could not bear to part, they would still leave.
Of course, there were exceptions, but they were few.
In other words, even if Sikong Jing truly could create one, the odds of it leaving would be very high. It would be work for nothing.
In response, Sikong Jing smiled faintly and countered, "Great Heaven Decree, do you think I would dare negotiate with a Saint Martial Stage expert like you based on the Tyrant Soul Secret Realm alone? No matter how confident I am, I still need means to protect my own life, don't I?"
Murong Jianyun's entire body trembled slightly, and the hairs on his feet suddenly stood on end again. Why had Sikong Jing suddenly brought this up?
"North of the Central Plains, Ten Thousand Ice City—the humanoid ferocious beast!"
As Murong Jianyun's breathing